Adrian’s POV
A full week in Silvercrest had taught me more than I expected.
Not about politics or military strength—those were obvious within the first day. Silvercrest Pack valued power that could be seen and measured, strength that announced itself before being questioned. Their warriors trained hard, their leaders spoke decisively, and their hierarchy was rigidly observed. Respect was not something one earned quietly here; it was something demanded through presence.
But after seven days, what stood out to me most was not how Silvercrest showed strength.
It was how little space they left for softness.
The final morning dawned cool and pale, mist curling low over the pack grounds as the last of the visiting packs prepared for departure. Silvercrest was already awake. Omegas moved eff
